Goldies Torn Locks He Is Legend

Little boy, I see you ran away again
Press your luck inside your momma's shoes
You'll be out dancing down at the lion's den
I guess you didn't have a thing to lose

I know it's hard sleeping on those streets
It's better than your daddy's floor
All the drivers learned the secrets in your sheets
You knew what they were looking for

I don't remember when I stopped dreaming
All my imaginary friends are gone
Lock the door because dad's been drinking
Child, your momma's never coming home

Oh my God, what have you done?

I'm seeing children seeing things
That I think children shouldn't see
Boy, you look just like your mother
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
I'm seeing children seeing things
That I think children shouldn't see
Boy, you look just like your mother
Yeah